Good times. In 2004 I moved into a place with south-facing windows. To my chagrin I couldn't use my laptop in the day time, because at a temperate 22 celcius, thermal safety throttling would kick in and knock the CPU back into the stone age.

(I later tore the thing open and subjected it to a good canned air treatment.)

The real WTF is that they know the guy's in bed, feeling like dying, and they've just given him the rest of the week of. So they call him to tell him that his work was pointless? Great idea. Couldn't just tell him that next week or anything. Very important info.

I've done something similar. The heatsink fan on a server died, so it couldn't even boot up without overheating. There was some data on the server that wasn't backed up, and I couldn't just put the hard disks in another computer because they were configured with hardware RAID in the motherboard (funny how redundancy made it easier to lose data). So I ended up putting the server on a cabinet right under the air conditioner, and directing all the cool air towards it. It worked long enough to retrieve the data.

So let me get this straight: a computer doing science had an overheating problem from being next to a heat source, so it was moved to a cold windowsill. All the while, the user was being nagged to get said science done. For all we know, it got done on time.

Dr. Steinbrenner has been tasked with finding a cure for the president's daughter's illness. Steinbrenner hopes that the antigens in Andrew's blood are the answer, since Andrew's body was eventually able to fight off the "overheating issues." He needs Andrew to come into the lab to provide a blood sample and to begin sequencing his own antigens. "The cure must be in there somewhere, Andrew. Don't you see? Somehow, you're the key to all this!"

Andrew agrees to come in, but first he asks the crucial question that ends up saving the girls life. "Are they, by any chance, keeping her next to a radiator?"

"While he was on the phone to Stickybugger, listening with half an ear to the sob story about the boss's daughter's chipped nail varnish, a gust of wind caught Andrew's laptop, spiralling it off the windowsill and down into the murky depths of the (whatever smelly puddle his apartment opened out above). The results of the research were gone forever."

I'm pretty sure that the "WTF" is legitimate and would expressed verbally in exasperation after realizing he spent twice the time he needed all because he didn't think clearly enough to realize that his PC next to the radiator would get too hot...

The daughter thing... no idea, I'll go with the consensus, she died while attempting some evil plot in LA and wearing an eye patch and a peg leg.

TRWTF is that we're supposed to believe that Andrew only thought of the overheating problem after opening the window to throw his phone out the window.

I'm fine with the idea of him opening the window and realizing he was overheating the place. I'm fine with him having the thought that he should chuck his phone out the window to avoid further phone calls. But that he would entertain that thought far enough to open the window??

Andrew is really Andrea, the (former) daughter of the president who is suffering from amnesia (and the common cold) after a botched gender reassignment surgery. (S)he has to find the cure for his/her own disease, although (s)he doesn't know it. Even worse, the disease is caused by a foreign object accidentally implanted in his/her body during his surgery, and (s)he only has until midnight to fix it. Also, this story was written by M. Night Shamahimallamalayan.